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Im Evee and I'm candid. Random things are my thing. I like lovely posts and I am extremely expressive. I am very deep but that can be said in a more than shallow way. I love all things talented. I say what I feel and I mean what I say. The most important moral for me is honesty. I have no time for haters and although you may hate the things I write, I swear, I mean no harm to you. I may be afraid of things but I'm definitely not afraid of you.





Thursday, December 16, 2010 12:34 PM
On the first day of Christmas for the second time.

So for the second time around, I'm going to be talking about Christmas. The blogging won't stop for now and I have to do it all over again starting now because I'd rather not edit everything all over again.

So, starting with the first day. Did I ever tell you my mom used to do this thing called "The Twelve Days of Christmas." It's a time in December when we me and my brother put out our stockings on the back of our doors and every morning until Christmas day, my mom would put something in it. The last day would then lead to the culmination of Christmas day.

That was like our tradition. It was so embarrassing though when my mom and I found out that the twelve days of Christmas is supposed to come after Christmas. Not only was it hilarious that we were wrong, but the fact that we didn't change tradition was even funnier.